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“You talking all that high-powered shit, but good-looking girls like yourself love a thug nigga like me deep in those fucking guts. If you don’t like me referring to you as a bitch, I guess I can adjust that shit.” I looked at my watch and noticed it was time for me to hit the streets. Today, I had to collect bread and head to headquarters and report that shit back to Crystal’s dalmatian looking ass. I felt like it was a big mistake for Ream to allow that bitch to be over the numbers. Something about the bitch didn’t sit to well with me.

“Look, I would love to sit and be on some cupcaking shit with yo fine ass, duty calls though, so give me yo phone and don’t make me beg. If you want to be on some simp ass get to know each other type shit that’s cool with me. Shit, I just lost my momma a couple of months back and can use a woman as a friend with some kind of fucking substance. I ain’t the nigga that’s tryna wife no broad at the moment, so don’t expect that shit from me.” I held in my chuckle, looking at Asia her mouth hung open as I snapped my fingers, making her close her mouth.

“3105858789 that’s my number.” She smiled as she took a sip from the already opened bottle.

“3105858789, bet answer when I call you tonight so we can get to know each other well before I climb deep inside of you at a later date.” I slid out the booth and kissed her on the forehead and swaggered the fuck out. Something told me that Asia was going to become a really good friend of mine especially if the pussy was fire.

Chapter Thirty-Three

HAKEEM

“Let’s just come back out here tomorrow and see if this bitch nigga made it back in town or come back from wherever he’s at.” Mattea looked down at her phone like she was anxious to be somewhere. We were camped out across the street a couple of blocks down from Tre’s house. It was nearing ten at night and I wondered where she was in a rush to get to. Even her attire wasn’t her regular baggy get-up. Her ass had on black leggings with black Nike air max shoes and a black hoodie that fitted her kind of snug. Out of all the years of knowing her ass, I never saw this woman wear some fucking leggings.

“Shit, we could have got this out the way had you not stood me up a couple of nights back.” I looked at her as she flicked her cigarette out the window. After she rolled it back up, she glared hard at me.

“That’s my business why I didn’t show up, I end up having shit to do.” She replied back defensively like she was trying to hide something when I never asked her why she hadn’t shown. Since she was hiding something, I decided to fuck with her even more.

“Shit, last I checked with my cousin Ream, you ain’t fucking with the dynasty and outside of that, I know your ass ain’t got shit else to do like that.” I chuckled as I watched her shift in her seat uncomfortably.

“Don’t believe the shit that nigga Ream say, I’m actually on an assignment with him. Since you want to be so nosey.” She rolled her eyes and pulled her personal phone from her hoody and typed some shit in real fast.

“Yea I hear you.” I gave her sneaky ass the side eye. Something was really different about Mattea. When I picked her up, she was happy to see me, gave me a big hug something she normally wouldn’t do. The only people I have witnessed her hug were her siblings and parents. When I tried to explain me and Kachella to her and where we stood, she waved me off and told me we both were grown and could do what we wanted. Long as I didn’t put my hands on her she didn’t care. She kept saying Kachella was grown and could do as she pleased. She talked the whole time instead of me picking her brain. Although I loved to see her happy and stepping out of her tight box. I still wondered what had got into her. I started the car and slowly drove away from Tre’s new spot. I couldn’t wait to kill this nigga and tend to other things. I was ready to go home and catch up on some rest. Things with Kachella was kind of getting weird and I regretted giving her the dick to soon.

I still liked her a whole lot but was starting to feel like she was moving things too fucking fast for me. She called me all day and sent text messages. If I didn’t respond to her text, she would facetime me and ask why I was taking so long to respond. Shit like that, I wasn’t used to yet, which is why I wanted us to take things slow.

Finally pulling up to Mattea’s street, she had me drop her off right next to her car. She quickly said her goodbyes and hopped out and got right into her whip. I pulled off and looked through my rearview mirror watching her yank a U-turn and go the opposite way. I just hoped whatever her ass was up to she was being smart and safe.

Finally making it home at about eleven thirty, I had stopped at McDonald’s before arriving to feed my growling stomach. The first person I spotted standing at my door was Kachella. Her hair looked fresh like she had just got it done and re-dyed to blonde which looked good as hell on her. The only thing was, I didn’t want company tonight. All I wanted to do was eat shower and lay the fuck down.

“I have been out here for an hour waiting on you!” She snapped as I said nothing, just opened my front door, and entered. Turning on my lights she plopped down on the couch and snatched the remote control off the coffee table. I guess I was about to argue with her because she had to go. I had been chilling with her ass all week and I felt like she should understand me needing some space tonight.

“Kachella, you gotta go home baby. I got a lot of shit to do tonight, and I wasn’t expecting company. We also need to establish some boundaries to what we got going on because we not even a couple yet.”

“So, what are you saying?” She looked at me like she was confused which was starting to piss me off. Usually, I had the patience, tonight I didn’t, and I hated explaining myself when a person should have already known the deal.

“I’m saying we ain’t together, and I don’t got to explain myself to you. You need to start calling like everybody else before popping up at my shit.” It came off wrong, but I didn’t have time to sit here and go back and forth with her. Uncrossing her legs, she started to bounce her right leg fast.

“Nigga please, you just want me to leave ‘cause you want to have one of them dusty-ass broads fall through.” She rolled her eyes as I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“You know what, get up and get out. This shit with us ain’t gone work.” She stood to her feet and rolled her neck with each word she spoke.

“You damn right it ain’t. It’s your loss never mine.” I watched her walk out and I did nothing to stop her. I was just happy to have the place to myself for the night and get my mind right alone.

Chapter Thirty-Four

REAM

I was starting to fall for Mattea, I think the sex was what sped that up for me. I was starting to notice and like a lot of shit when it came to her, down to the way she blinked fast when something annoyed her. She had a smart way of formulating her sentences. Every single part of her down to her nose, was perfect to me. I didn’t like how I was starting to feel but a nigga couldn’t lie and try to deny that shit. She swam inside my massive size pool back and forth. She looked so angelic and peaceful as the sun shined bright on her beautiful brown skin. I worked her out today at my in-home gym. We went to my gun range and let off a couple of rounds. Her aim and target practice was excellent. She even wore something more feminine like I had asked her to. So, watching her shoot a gun with jean shorts and stilettos had my dick hard all fucking day.

I looked down at my phone that was vibrating and saw that it was my mom, so I answered right away.

“Yea ma?” I could hear her arguing with her personal bodyguards and shook my head.

“You changed your locks, Christian?” She sounded pissed, I just hoped her ass wasn’t outside of my damn door.

“Yea, you can’t just walk in my house.” One thing about my mom, she didn’t believe in giving people the privacy they needed. She tried to impose on everything me and Christina had going. Until I had to personally make sure to keep her out of my shit.

“Come open the got damn door for I shoot another guard since they don’t want to break this bitch down.” She hissed into the phone. I chuckled because I could picture her lips curled tight. I hung the phone up and left Mattea inside the pool. Wrapping a towel around my waist, it took about two minutes to get to the front of my house to let her demanding ass in. This visit wasn’t a courtesy pop-up. She was pissed about something. I opened the door, and she stood in front of her guards, dressed like she was on a runway. Her blue eyes and pecan skin glowed as the sun shined bright on her. She took her white gloves off and shoved them into one of her guard’s chests, with her nose high in the air. Not a curly strand of her long black hair was out of place.